The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1887-11-19
ALL A MISTAKE.
The Misery II Caused and Its
Happy Explanation.

~ was Iclttl lIldJ tduStu All lnc
trouble; little Notwithstanding epis-
tie, and it nearly drove the man who
found it mad with misery and pain.
IL read as follows:
"MY DEAR CHARLIE: You can not imagine
how much would like 20 see you. / can not
bear 20 think how far apart we are You said
when was married | would forget you. But
this letter will prove how mistaken you are for
love you as much AS ever Distance makes
the heart grow fondcr' you know. / will write
you long letter soon. have much 20 tell you,
but my time is limited to-day. DO write soon,
and tell me now much you miss me.
Yours, with love,
IRENE HUNTER DEsMoNT."
IL was summer time. The golden
sunshine poured in through open win
dow, the brceZes stirred the grass. and
the sweet perfume from the flowers
was waited into the room.
The man with the letter in his hand
stood as If turned to stone, trying TO
realize what he had just read.
There was his wife's name in full,
"lrene Hunter Desmont." What could
IL meanP Who was Charlie? What a
fool he was To think there was such
thing as perfect happiness in this
'"1ilf wing reao III papc,
that very day-yos, scarce two hours
ago-a few lines that at the time caused
quite little discussion. The lines
come back TO him now with a new
meaning:
"Do not flatter yourselves with hopes
of perfect happiness, there is no such
thing in this life"
He remembered reading il aloud, and
some one spoke up. and said: Exactly
my sentiments" aud how indignant he
had felt is he made reply. He remem-
bered glancng at his wife and meeting
her fond look Of love.
He was convinced there was perfect
happiness" in this life, and confident
that he could speak from experience.
and now--Hark! What was thatP
His wife's voice, calling him. Laying
the letter down on the desk rs he had
found il. he took from the back Of "A
/ chair little black silk and lace affair,
called wrap" and stepped quickly
/ through the low French window lead
ing on 10 veranda. In a very few
minutes he had descended the steps,
and Joined party OF ladies and gentle
men on the lawn.
"Hello, Phil! Your wife has just
gone into the house TO look for you.
She thought perhaps you could not
find her wrap; here she comes now.
Philip Desmond glanced at his wife
as she approached.
How pretty she looked in that sof
dress of crimson cashmere; she had
the sweetest face imaginable, lit up by
pair OF soft blue eyes that wen
straight TO your heart every time thel
rested upon you, and beautiful rip
pling hair, shining in the sunlight lik'
gold
at is very easy for man 10 low
herr thought Philip, as he folded tn
wrap around her slender form.
Should he tell her what he had read
No, not yet He would wait and watcI
her closely: If she mailed the lette
there would be an answer, and he mus
see that. find out the mans name, an,
then-he was not sure what he woul
do then, but for the present he woul
wait.
Six weeks ago Philip Desmont An
: Irene Hunter were married in th
b little parlor ut Irene's home Under
beautiful floral bell composed entirel
of rosebuds they were pronounced ma
and wife. and received the hearty cot
pratula,ious II their many friends.
Irene loved her husband ~ only sue
nfIectionate natures an love. 81
was only nineteen and Philip thirt.
two.
Immediately after they were Marie
Philip had taken his bride 10 the
future home. some three hundred mill
distant. and there proudly Introduce
her TO his friends.
Irene had always appeared perfect
happy; she was young. naturally jo
Gus in disposition and a general favo
lie with all who knew her. There we
% several young married people livir
near them. and they all contrived
. make the summer. Irene's first amor
them. pass pleasantly.
On this afternoon they had arrang'
for game Of tennis. and as PHILIP
n lawn Afforded the best tennis cou
they had met there TO tina, purpose.
After the frst game. Philip bad go
into the house for bis vife's wrap.
, she felt slightly chilly after 50 mu
j. x;olent exertion. Then IL was that